that she will marry him? How can I, his friend, tell of those things? But oh! Carmelita, my poor honest heart is wrung…" and le bon Monsieur Malvin paused to hope that his neck also would not be wrung as the result of this moving eloquence.
For a moment Carmelita's eyes blazed and her hands and her little white teeth clenched. Mother of God! if Luigi played her false after all she had done for him, after all she had given him—given for him! … But no, it was unthinkable. … This Malvin was an utter knave and liar, and would fool her for his own ends—the very man fare un pesce d'Aprile a qualcuno. He should see how far his tricks succeeded with Carmelita of the Legion, the chosen of Carlo Scopinaro! And yet … and yet … She would ask Il Signor Jean Boule again. He would never lie. He would neither backbite Luigi Rivoli, nor stand by and see Carmelita deceived. Yes, she would ask Jean Boule, and then if he too accused Luigi she would find some means to see and hear for herself. … Trust her woman's wit for that. And meantime this serpent of a Malvin …
"Se ne vada!" she hissed, whirling upon him suddenly, and pointed to the door. Malvin slunk away, by no means anxious to be present at the scene which would certainly follow should Luigi enter before Carmelita's mood had changed. He would endeavour to meet and delay him.…
"What do yew say to acontinuin' o' this hyar gin-crawl?" asked the Bucking Bronco of Rupert. "Come and see our other pisen-joint and Madame lar Canten air."
"Anything you like," replied Rupert.
